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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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brothel) hardly sounds convincing at all. It is one of the best but largely ignnored songs on that double Basement Tapes album. Yes, there's.

So if you're comin' to Calexico (us), be ready. It’s a place of street corners that whisper secrets, parks that pulse with quiet magic, and rivers that murmur stories. You’ll catch laughter and a tear, energy and slow serenity all wrapped in one unpredictable, spontaneous ride.

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